Everyone owes me a favor

Like opening the window.

The window is next to the flower tree, and under the flower tree stands a smiling Feng Rugu with uncombed hair.

From the first time Ruyi saw Feng Rugu in front of the Green Bamboo Hall, he was pale and thin like this.And this paleness blended perfectly with him.

He is always smiling, smiling as if he sees through everything, but also seems to have nothing on his mind.

These two contradictions are harmoniously integrated in Feng Rugu's body, which is also extremely harmonious.

Up to now, Ruyi has not been able to understand such a difficult Fengru.

If I think about it, I must have been poisoned and poisoned, and I have regrets, so I care about him so much.

Otherwise, why did he warn himself thousands of times in his heart, but still couldn't move his eyes away after seeing Feng Rugu?

Seeing that Ruyi looked good, Feng Rugu pressed his elbows on the window sill, leaned forward and handed a plate of juicy and fresh longan inside, and asked at the same time, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

At this time, Ruyi knew that something was wrong, and he couldn't say the same thing as before, so he said succinctly: "It's much better."

Feng Rugu gave a "hmm" and said, "That's pretty good."

Ruyi said: "Mr. Yunzhong, please come in and talk."

Feng Ruyuan took the opportunity to tease him: "It's safe through the window. I've suffered all night, if you bully me again, I won't be able to bear it."

Ru Yi coughed uncomfortably, his cheeks were flushed, he clasped his palms together, and pleaded guilty: "Last night...it was the poor monk who was reckless and made a big mistake."

Feng Ruyu said bluntly: "Yeah, you made me hurt to death."

Ruyi: "..."

He was silent for a moment, he was neither ashamed nor denied, he just lowered his head slightly, his ears were flushed, on the contrary, it caused Feng Ruzhi to have the illusion that he was bullying a child.

After listening to Haijing for a long time, it was hard to imagine what he heard, his face turned apple-colored, he slipped out of the chair silently, and called out "Yunzhongjun" and "Little Monk" , and the next thing is that I can't squeeze out a word.

He seemed to have done something wrong, and left this land of right and wrong as if he had fled.

Feng Rugu only saw Ruyi, but forgot that Haijing was still in the house.Seeing himself talking nonsense, turning the junior into a little rabbit, he knew he had caused trouble, so he stuck out his tongue at Chong Ruyi, not sure if it was because of embarrassment, or because he was proud of this unintentional prank.

Ru saw that his palm was wrapped with gauze, and his brows frowned slightly: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Feng Rugu thought he was talking about the bruise on his wrist, so he continued to speak flatteringly: "It hurts to hold it."

Seeing that Ruyi's brows were still frowning, Feng Ruyi lowered his head, only to see the masterpiece he had just concocted.

Feng Ruyuan shook his palm: "Ah. You didn't do this, so I won't ask you for debt."

After confirming that I saw Feng Ruyu, I didn't have the feeling of wildfire yesterday in my heart, Ruyi approached with confidence, and asked him through a window, "How did you do it?"

"I made a cut myself." Feng Rugu gestured, "A wound the size of a fingernail should not bother Master."

Ruyi and Feng Ruyu have been together for a long time, and they always understand the truth that "Feng Ruyu's words cannot be trusted": "Who covered your wounds?"

"It's Senior Brother." Feng Rugu Hushi said, "I think you dare to speak ill of him."

Looking at his wounded hand by the window, Ruyi moved his fingertips, as if he wanted to lift it up and hold it, but he immediately restrained the impulse, and only commented: "It's too tightly wrapped."

"I'll tell my brother to go."

"Father doesn't know how to bind wounds very well." Ruyi said, "If the trauma is serious, you should find a caring person who is proficient in this way and deal with it as soon as possible."

This is not a lie.

Ruyi was by his adoptive father's side, knowing that his sword talent had already reached an unsurpassed level, and no one had ever hurt him, so he didn't need to know how to heal his wounds.

However, at that time, I was just a beginner in swordsmanship, so it was inevitable that bumps would cause skin to bleed. At that time, he had not cultivated enough, and his energy was weak, so he couldn't take the pill rashly, otherwise it would only be counterproductive.

When he cut the tiger's mouth for the first time, blood flowed profusely.

The adoptive father hugged him anxiously, went to the most famous doctor in the area for diagnosis and treatment, and even spent a lot of money to buy a prescription that was said to be able to quickly heal sword wounds and sores. As a result, he brought a bowl of smoky medicine and forced Ruyi to drink it, only to feel relieved.

The adoptive father always spends unnecessary money when he brings up the child for the first time.

Ruyi was afraid that his adoptive father would be worried, and he was helpless with his adoptive father's extravagance, so he simply learned to wrap his wounds by himself.

...until Ruyi slowly grows to the point where no one can hurt him anymore.

Feng Rugu couldn't comprehend Ruyi's meaning for a while, and flipped his palm indifferently: "That makes sense, I'll go look for Luojiu, Luojiu has always been careful..."

Ruyi gritted his teeth secretly: "He is still young."

Feng Rugu wondered, "What does this have to do with age?"

Ruyi: "He may not be proficient in medicine."

Feng Rugu thought it was troublesome to unpack and pack, so he said perfunctorily, "It's not a serious injury, it's just that I accidentally cut it. Don't make such a fuss."

Ruyi looked cold and solemn, and said: "Father's most cherished thing is the palm of the hand. He once said that if a swordsman wants to climb to the top of the sword, it is not a good sword, but a pair of good hands. The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart is Because the hand is born in the heart, the sword is just a foreign object.... Yun Zhongjun grew up with his adoptive father, didn't he hear what his adoptive father said?"

When the words "grow up together", Ruyi's heart turned slightly sour.

Feng Ruyu looked up at the sky.

...Really, did he ever cherish his palms like this?

It seems so.

Ten years ago, Feng Rugu liked to smear some girly ointment on his palms, and soaked his hands in flower juice before going to bed. He even preferred to send others to peel fruits. It was not because he was lazy, but because he was afraid of his hands. Adding injuries to the sword reduces the accuracy of the sword even by a hair.

Besides, with injuries on his hands, it doesn't look good when he plays the harp.

Now, looking back at the past, Feng Ruyu doesn't have any special feelings, but just thinks that he was quite funny when he was poor and fastidious, and it's a pity that he put in so much effort to maintain his hands.

Since ten years ago, I walked out of the "remnant world" with fatal wounds all over my body. I can no longer lift a sword or practice martial arts, so I don't care how many more scars I have on my body.

After all, in a dilapidated house, even if a few tiles fall, there will be no more distress.

He pays more attention to what Ruyi is thinking at the moment.

He took a look at the way his hands were wrapped too tightly and the root of his thumb was slightly red, moved his fingertips, and looked at the tense face again, he thought about it.

"Senior brother, you can't, and you can't stay for a long time..." Feng Rugu, who was lying on the window, approached Ruyi, and said with a smile, "Then who does the master think is the most suitable?"

Ruyi was caught off guard by his approach and forced to show some embarrassment, and took a step back to dodge: "This is up to Mr. Yunzhong to decide."

So Feng Ruyuan clapped his hands: "I'll go find Fuchun."

After that, he turned around.

As soon as Ru Yi thought of the hand he held in his palm last night, but now it was going to be handed over to someone else, in a moment of desperation, he grabbed Feng Ruzhi's other hand.

...the situation stalemate for a while.

In order not to make the current situation more embarrassing, Ruyi turned his face away: "The poor monk is very good at Qihuang."

Feng Ruyu didn't answer: "Yes."

"... I also have some experience in dressing wounds."

"so what?"

Ruyi was about to become ashamed and indignant by being teased, so he turned his face and stared at Feng Rugu: "Mr. Yunzhong, do you need help from the poor monk?"

Feng Ruyuan blinked his eyes, and smiled as if a spring breeze was blowing at the corner of his mouth: "Then Feng Er, I beg Master."

In the end, Feng Rugu still entered Ruyi's room.

Even though he knew that Feng Ruyi might not have revealed the actual injury, when he saw the bone wound on his palm, Ruyi was still shocked for a moment.

He raised his head and said in disbelief, "Is this the small hole that Mr. Yun Zhong said?"

Feng Rugu said vigilantly: "Master, don't get angry. If you bully me with this injury, I will shout."

Ruyi's heart shrank into a ball without warning, and he was so uncomfortable that he didn't know what to do: "Nonsense."

Feng Rugu said: "If you make a fool of yourself, Master will worry and bandage me up, and I will be happy too."

If someone else made Feng Rugu's attitude and accent, he would definitely be criticized for being pretentious, but he was able to make this demeanor charming, which made people's hearts soften.

Ruyi put on a cold face: "Mr. Yunzhong asked the poor monk to bandage you."

Feng Ruyu was really happy, and followed him and said, "Yes, Master has the world in his heart, and I am a person of the world. It is right for Master to have me in his heart. Then Feng Er will receive this honor."

Ruyi knew that Feng Ruyuan had a tricky and weird tongue, and let him go on like this, without knowing how many embarrassing things he would say, so he stopped talking.

The two sat quietly facing each other, and Ruyi gently spread the medicinal wine along the wound on his palm with the medicine wine he carried with him.

Feng Rugu, who was always the most coquettish, seemed like the wound didn't grow on him, he only looked here and there, and his expression didn't change much.

On the contrary, the pain seemed to be directly in Ruyi's heart, and if it was pulled a little, it would be a dull pain.

Ruyi seemed to be giving medicine to his heart, he didn't dare to take it lightly, he didn't dare to take it seriously, so he was clinging to Feng Ruzhi's hand, suffering extremely, but he refused to let it go lightly.

A quarter of an hour later, Guan Zhikang knocked on the door, saying that he wanted to discuss chess with Jun Yunzhong.

Feng Ruyuan knew that he still remembered that he said that his brother's useless chess skills were taught by his nephew who was not weaned, and he probably wanted to win a game from himself.

He laughed, and swayed out with his newly bandaged hands.

Before leaving, he pointed to the longan on the small table by the window: "I tried one, it was quite sweet. Eat it all, don't waste it."

Feng Rugu left, and Ru Yizhong sat down at the table again, looking at the plate of longan that Feng Rugu brought over amidst the fragrance of medicines in the room.

Ruyi doesn't like to eat longan.

He cultivated the Ruthless Sword, but his body was as hot as fire, like a frozen volcano, cold as frost and snow on the outside, scorching hot on the inside.

When he was a child, his throat would hurt as long as he ate hot food such as lychee and longan.

It's just that the adoptive father likes to eat longan, and he always eats bowl after bowl, so he thought his little Hongchen would also like to eat it.

Since foster father likes it, Xiao Hongchen pretends to like to eat.

Left and right he talks less, and he is the same reticent when he is angry or not, and he will not arouse the doubts of his foster father.

The peeled longan on the plate is tender and clean, with a thin and crystal clear sweet mist.But there are a few of them that still have a faint armor seal on them. The half-moon shape is the mark that Feng Ruyuan accidentally left on his body. The shape is very cute.

Ruyi picked out those pieces, put them in the palm of his hand, and gently matched his well-trimmed nails with the mark.

Then, he did something that even made him feel unbelievable.

——He picked off the longan pulp one by one, leaving only the core.

The red bean bracelet was used for improper purposes yesterday, and it would be disrespectful to wear it again, so Ruyi thought, put away the red beans, and made a string of beads with longan cores, imitating it as bodhi seeds.

But no one can know the special thoughts in his heart, even he himself is vague.

... If you can find someone, it would be great to have a talk.

In this closed small courtyard, everyone has their own concerns, no matter the flood outside the courtyard.

Because of Guan's unknown "death", Qingyang Mountain has been sealed off, everyone is in danger, and rumors are spreading. Some people say that Feng Rugu went crazy without warning, and some people say that Feng Rugu hurt the two mountain masters. The gentle mountain master would be so furious, and some people said that Feng Rugu had already possessed the appearance of a demon, otherwise why would he be called evil.

The source of the rumors is unknown, but it made people in Heshan panic.

When people's hearts are floating, night has come.

According to the agreement, after Chang Boning changed his appearance with Feng Ruyu with the technique of phase shifting, Chang Boning looked at himself in the mirror, but he couldn't bear it: "Why do you go out in my image every time, you are doing good deeds and accumulating merit, but I want to ruin you?" Your reputation?"

Feng Rugu was an unscrupulous person, he rubbed this cheek, touched his lower body, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is really mighty, Feng Er admires him every time."

Chang Boning's skin is thin, and he blushed immediately, annoyed him for not being serious, so he raised his sword and prepared to do the "slaughter of mountains" that Feng Ruyuan told him to do, so as to lure Ding You to come.

Ruyi was copying the scriptures and meditating, when he saw Feng Rugu leaving with a sword in the moon, his mind moved slightly, he put down his pen and got up.

He didn't go out with Feng Ruzhi, but stopped in the courtyard, looked at his back for a long time, walked to the main house where Chang Boning was, and knocked on the door: "Father..."

There was no answer in the room, so he pushed open the door, and saw a person sitting crookedly beside the bed, with long hair scattered like a waterfall, reading a book with his feet up.

I don't know why, I haven't seen him for ten years, but I always feel that there are many unspeakable gaps with Chang Boning. When we meet today, the feelings, scenery, and person are the same as ten years ago, and there is nothing wrong with him.

The man also showed a look of surprise, he didn't expect that Ruyi would come to visit at this time, he closed his book and said, "Why don't you take a good rest in the house?"

Ru Yi pursed her lips, and finally made up her mind: "Father, I have something that I want to talk to you about."

The adoptive father covered his eyes, raised his hand habitually, and lightly scratched his nose with his thumb: "What's the matter?"

Ruyi noticed this, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt that he had returned to ten years ago, as if his adoptive father had never left, and had been walking with him in the world of mortals.

When I was young, if I had any concerns, I would discuss them with my adoptive father.

After losing his adoptive father, he learned to let go of his worries bit by bit.

Now, facing such a adoptive father, he regained the desire to confide in him.

He stabilized his mind and said frankly: "Returning to the adoptive father is a matter of Feng... Yunzhongjun."

The person on the bed wrapped a strand of hair around his fingertips and twirled it in circles: "...Well, what do you think?"

Ruyi let out a breath, and answered truthfully: "I have some unusual thoughts about him."